Monday, November 24, 2008

Fleeting

Tonight we watched as a falling star ripped a bright tear in the velvet fabric of the night, and we wondered, how does the star cat manage, each night, to throw the stars up into the sky so that they always land in the same patterns? The rip in the darkness was no sooner there than mended. Only the memory of the bright arc remained. This is what life is like.

3 comments:

Robin said...

Hello dear kitties! I gave you an award, over here:
http://siddalspassingfancies.blogspot.com/2008/11/kreativ-blogger-award.html
Sleep well and dream of mice!

Terra Hangen said...

What a lovely thought you shared about the falling star and the artistic ability of the star cat.

Estorbo said...

Oh man, you make-a me sad!